[After that first nosedive, he seems to realize that Loki maybe isn't having as much fun as he is. It's easy to forget that other people might not be used to air tricks on a dragon's back like he and his friends are; what doesn't faze them might be terrifying to others. He pats the side of Toothless' head, and the dragon just seems to 'get' what his rider is asking. They don't dive again, stick to twirls through the air, loop-de-loops, sharp turns. Toothless even fires off a few plasma blasts ahead of them, tiny explosions that he banks around easily.
Hiccup smiles over his shoulder, wide and encouraging.] It's okay. Trust me. We've got you.
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Hiccup smiles over his shoulder, wide and encouraging.] It's okay. Trust me. We've got you.